Women had been … by D.A. Pratt

Women had been … a mystery to him. This is an observation about one of the main male characters in a short novel I’ve just finished reading … the comment is from an early page in a captivating narrative … Continue reading Women had been … by D.A. Pratt

Two poems by D.A. Pratt

To the conversation … everyone brings their preconceptions and misconceptions … rarely a really open mind (let’s hope for better in the future) — name the topic and the problem will be obvious: the burgeoning stupidity is becoming overwhelming … Continue reading Two poems by D.A. Pratt

Burgeoning stupidity by D.A. Pratt

Burgeoning stupidity … burgeoning stupidity burgeoning stupidity it’s everywhere one looks — it’s easy to see in the United States of America a flawed democracy to be sure but it’s ever-present too in places like Saskatchewan to where not one Continue reading Burgeoning stupidity by D.A. Pratt

I continue… by D.A. Pratt

I continue … to believe that I have something to say … something worthwhile … something worth reading if I were to write about it … but I am also continuing to struggle over questions about what to say … Continue reading I continue… by D.A. Pratt

She wanders by D.A. Pratt

She wanders … through my thoughts wearing whatever she wants to be wearing … some muses are like this … she’s definitely a muse … and she’s definitely like this … Lately she’s been playfully provocative: wearing one of my Continue reading She wanders by D.A. Pratt

Like so many by D.A. Pratt

Like so many … micro-moments in my existence it was over far too quickly … This time I’m referring to the solar eclipse we experienced where we were … Partially playful but personally profound during the ever-so-fleeting period of the Continue reading Like so many by D.A. Pratt

What’s to be written? by D.A. Pratt

What’s to be written? There is a lot of ugliness in the world … and making the clichéd comments after each and every example simply misses this truth – part of this truth is that we’re not doing anything about Continue reading What’s to be written? by D.A. Pratt

She reached by D.A. Pratt

She reached … behind her back to release her bra from its primary pleasure knowing that I would be watching … she made the mischievous micro-moment linger luxuriously: she subtly specializes in sultry sensuality shared silently – there’s an art Continue reading She reached by D.A. Pratt

The death of a woodpecker by D.A. Pratt

The death of a woodpecker Something white was descending from the bare branches of our backyard ash tree … our glances through our kitchen window determined it was not snow … the white was something more disturbing … in the Continue reading The death of a woodpecker by D.A. Pratt